As the river I have become,
I will keep running,
The sun as I have become,
I will keep burning and shining,
The mountain as I am,
I will keep climbing,
The time as I am,
I will keep ticking,
As the air I have become,
I will keep myself refreshed,
Then come to think of it,
As memories spark,
Who think about, more than myself,
Who cares more than I do,
Who love me more than myself,
So I look at the sky,
Then I noticed, it thinks of itself first,
Before considering giving rain.
Then I realized to give a smile of self-love before anything matters.
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